One month

I moved into my new apartment exactly one month ago today.

I have already rearranged the rooms and even changed up the patio!

I have spoken to a few neighbors and love the diversity here. From my living room window I see African Americans, Chinese Americans, Indian Americans, Japanese Americans and plain old Caucasian Americans. One of the qualities they all share is obvious, as are so many others. They are mothers, fathers, children, grandparents and neighbors.

I can hear the sirens when the fire trucks up the road leave to help someone out and occasionally I hear the airplanes coming in for a landing down the road at our regional airport.

The people who mow the lawn here actually clean up their clippings and leave everything tidy, unlike my old apartment complex.

The garbage people seem to come before the garbage overflows or smells.

I've figured out how to cool the bedroom down enough to sleep well. (We'll see if I can afford that when my first electric bill comes due.)

I love being able to easily access the library and have already gone three times.

In fact, the location of this apartment makes nearly everything easy to get to and use.

Life is good.